My younger brothers are so fierce!!! I'm clearly the eldest brother!

Once midnight has passed, the New Year's Eve vigil is over.

"Brother, it's getting late, let's go back to our rooms and rest."

After replying to the message, Jiang Guanqing looked at Jiang Yan, "But it's still early." Jiang Guanqing was reluctant to rest now; he wanted to spend more time with his younger brothers.

"It's getting late, be good, big brother."

That tone is like coaxing a child.

Jiang Guanqing was dissatisfied, "Wait another half hour."

Jiang Zhuo and the others chimed in, "Big brother, it's getting late, let's go back."

Jiang Ting forced a yawn. "Big brother, I'm a little sleepy."

Everyone said they wanted to go back to their rooms to rest, so Jiang Guanqing had no choice but to get up and go upstairs.

One or two of them were disrespectful, treating him like a child and trying to coax him into going to rest.

A group of people followed Jiang Guanqing into the room. After watching Jiang Guanqing go into the bathroom to wash up, they turned around and left the room in tacit agreement.

Within minutes, one or two people returned one after another, carrying gift boxes of varying sizes.

This is the New Year's gift they prepared for Jiang Guanqing.

When Jiang Guan finished washing up and came out, Jiang Yan and Gong Bolin were no longer in the room, but several gift boxes were placed on the table.

Jiang Guanqing was taken aback, then walked to the table and sat down.

Each gift box had a sticky note attached.

Jiang Yan: Happy New Year, Big Brother! My New Year's wish is to be with you forever.

Jiang Guanqing smiled slightly. Xiao Yan had said the same thing when she was little. She carefully opened the gift box, which contained eight small boxes, which were blind boxes.

Oh, no, it should be called a black box, because the box is completely black, with no patterns or words at all.

Jiang Guanqing blinked, somewhat curious, and opened one of the boxes, inside which was a chibi-style figurine.

Jiang Guanqing poked the little man's face, and he recognized him at a glance. The face was cute; it was Xiao Ting.

Could the remaining seven be their family?

Jiang Guanqing had a vague idea in his mind. Suppressing the smile on his lips, he quickly opened the black box.

Next, Jiang Guanqing separated Jiang Yan, Jiang Ning, Jiang Huai, his parents, Jiang Zhuo, and himself.

Jiang Guanqing held the little figure in his hands and couldn't help but rub it against his cheek, "I love it so much..."

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Jiang Ting: Big brother~ Happy New Year! I love you the most, big brother! ฅ •ﻌ•♡

Jiang Guanqing looked at the cute symbols drawn on the sticky note and his eyes crinkled with laughter. He loved Xiaoting too.

Jiang Ting's gift box wasn't large. Jiang Guanqing opened the box and paused when he saw what was inside.

Five pieces of jewelry lay quietly on a black velvet background, radiating a dazzling light.

The necklace chain is silver, with a magnolia flower hanging from it. The petals are a cool white mother-of-pearl with a very faint bluish tinge at the edges.

The brooch is shaped like a withered lotus branch, its petals curled and the stem bare, and it's made of gold. The bracelet is wrapped in three loops, each bead a perfectly round, dark jade bead, with a crown-shaped gold clasp at the center…

Jiang Guanqing lowered his eyes and stared for a long time.

He liked magnolias and lotus flowers, and this set of jewelry was specially designed for him by Xiaoting.

Jiang Guanqing's eyes welled up with tears as she recalled that exhibition, and she carefully picked up the bracelet and put it on her wrist.

Jiang Guanqing lovingly touched the black jade beads; he liked them very much, they were prettier than the other set.

Gong Bolin: Baby, Happy New Year! Linlin is always by your side.

Jiang Guanqing opened the gift box, inside which lay a thick book.

The dark brown leather cover has worn-down edges, as if it has been repeatedly handled over many years.

Jiang Guanqing turned to the first page, on which was a dried magnolia petal. The white of the petal had faded to a thin, translucent beige, with a faint brown tinge at the edges.

Below the petals was a line of slightly childish handwriting: 2023.3.12, which my baby found and clipped to my Chinese textbook.

Jiang Guanqing's eyelashes trembled. As she flipped through the pages, she saw roses, chrysanthemums, four-leaf clovers, and more and more different kinds of plants.

Below each plant, there is a line of text that records the time and briefly describes the origin of the plant.

Crabapple petals - April 18, 2023. I was late for my duty today. My baby was reading under the crabapple tree while waiting for me. The crabapple blossoms are beautiful.

Ginkgo leaves – October 7, 2023, during an autumn outing, my child said ginkgo leaves look like little skirts.

Pine needles – December 22, 2023: Baby was building a snowman, and the snow on the pine tree covered him completely.

As you flip through the pages, the handwriting gradually changes from childish to sharp and incisive.

Sycamore fluff – May 9, 2025. A few sycamore fluffs I picked up on the way to school. Is my baby in class too?

Pansies – April 21, 2026. Today I arrived in Vienna. The outskirts of the city are covered in purple flowers. Locals say it represents remembrance.

Lavender spikes – July 16, 2026. So much lavender, I picked a bunch.

European linden leaves - August 3, 2027: The linden trees along the street are covered with golden leaves. If you were here, baby, you would probably like it. They make a rustling sound when you step on them.

……

Larch needles – November 5, 2031. The foot of Mount Arles is covered in pine needles; the snow has bent the branches. It must be snowing in Beijing soon too.

Dried Forget-Me-Not Flowers – June 27, 2034: A little girl was selling flowers on the street, and I bought a small bunch of blue forget-me-nots.

……

Fir branches—December 18, 2037. Fir branches piled up like a small mountain at the Christmas market. It's almost over. Wait for me.

……

Jiang Guanqing quickly finished reading, her lips tightly pursed. She couldn't describe her emotions; she was very moved, but also felt a little like crying.

He didn't receive this gift in his previous life, nor did he ever see Gong Bolin again, and Gong Bolin doesn't appear in the later parts of the book.

A tear slid down the corner of her eye, and Jiang Guanqing couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.

How annoying, one or two of them want to make him cry during the Chinese New Year.

Jiang Huai: Big brother, you are the best big brother in the world.

Inside the gift box were several gold medals, a movie ticket, and a piece of paper that read: "Big brother, from now on, I'll save you the best seat for every competition, and all the medals I win will be yours."

Jiang Ning: Happy New Year

When Jiang Guanqing saw Jiang Ning's gift, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Inside the gift box was an ugly-cute lucky cat.

Actually, at first glance, it's just a blob. How did Jiang Guanqing figure it out? It's because of the colors—the classic lucky cat color scheme.

Jiang Guanqing knew without a doubt that Jiang Ning had made it herself. Just thinking about how impatient Xiao Ning was, sitting there playing with mud, made Jiang Guanqing laugh.

Jiang Zhuo: Happy New Year, brother. Many of these are one-of-a-kind, rare finds.

Jiang Guanqing didn't understand and opened the gift box with a puzzled look in her eyes.

The box was filled with odds and ends, including a trophy—Jiang Zhuo's first award after entering the entertainment industry. The rest were various photos, some of which were of Jiang Zhuo herself, and some of which were of Jiang Zhuo and Jiang Guanqing, each photo signed.

There are also posters and merchandise from all the movies and TV series starring Jiang Zhuo, and without exception, every single one of them is signed.

"Xiao Zhuo is so narcissistic."

Despite saying that, Jiang Guanqing carefully read everything.

That night, Jiang Guanqing looked at the items over and over again. If he wasn't afraid of breaking them, he would have loved to sleep with them in his arms.